Home
  By Author [ A  B  C  D  E  F  G  H  I  J  K  L  M  N  O  P  Q  R  S  T  U  V  W  X  Y  Z |  Other Symbols ]
  By Title [ A  B  C  D  E  F  G  H  I  J  K  L  M  N  O  P  Q  R  S  T  U  V  W  X  Y  Z |  Other Symbols ]
  By Language
all Classics books content using ISYS

Download this book: [ ASCII | HTML | PDF ]

Look for this book on Amazon


We have new books nearly every day.
If you would like a news letter once a week or once a month
fill out this form and we will give you a summary of the books for that week or month by email.

Title: Lonesome Hearts
Author: Winterbotham, R. R. (Russell Robert), 1904-1971
Language: English
As this book started as an ASCII text book there are no pictures available.
Copyright Status: Not copyrighted in the United States. If you live elsewhere check the laws of your country before downloading this ebook. See comments about copyright issues at end of book.

*** Start of this Doctrine Publishing Corporation Digital Book "Lonesome Hearts" ***

This book is indexed by ISYS Web Indexing system to allow the reader find any word or number within the document.



 _Mjly is Yljm's love life. She is her sisters, her
 mothers, herselves and her ancestors. But poor old Yljm
 can never be a mother or a sister--just himself!_


[Illustration]


_lonesome hearts_

By RUSS WINTERBOTHAM

Illustrated by Kelly Freas


It seems unnecessary to say that my story began a long time ago, but I
do not intend to be subtle. I am not clever and my lying is unpolished,
almost amateurish. So I certainly could not be subtle, which requires
both cleverness and an ability to tell the truth and a lie in the same
breath.

Let us turn back the clock a few ages. I was lying in the sun thinking
of love. I understand that you human beings have an aversion to
biological discussion, so I will not go into detail. But I must remind
you that my love life is quite different from yours, for I am from
another planet. At the time under discussion, I was most deeply in love.

My heart's desire had no shape, the lovely creature. She had no
intelligence, the divine soul. But she was the greatest bit of
protoplasm in any galaxy you could name. By our standards, I probably
might be called handsome. I was young and healthy. I had all of my genes
and chromosomes. My color was the dirty green that is associated with
beauty.

The sun warmed my body and the tidal undulation of my planet's surface
rocked me gently. And then she came into my life. She floated gently in
the breeze, her dainty figure held aloft by a mere hint of levitation.
Sparks of static electricity shot from her tender cilia so brightly that
I was forced to exude a layer of protective fibre to protect my visual
buds. She sucked a deep breath of cyanic gas into her pulmonary pouch
and spoke to me sweetly with a voice like distant thunder.

"My dear Yljm, the world is coming to an end."

I could not believe her, for she had no intelligence. She only loved to
talk. "Perhaps," I said, "but not today."

"Very soon, then," said she. Her name was Mjly.

I watched her with patronizing amusement. The static electricity showed
that she was nervous and upset, but people often get nervous and upset
over trivial matters. "Now, how," I reasoned, "could our world come to
an end? The other planet has gone on for thousands of years without
colliding with us. We circle it, in fact."

"No," Mjly said, "that is not our doom. Actually our world will not
cease to exist. Life will end here, that is all."

"Ah," I said. "Our atmosphere is escaping into space." I sucked air,
viciously. True, the air was thin. True, the atmosphere was escaping.
But there would be breathable amounts for many thousands of centuries
yet to come.

"Not the air. The food is all gone. Things we eat have ceased to exist."

I levitated myself and looked out over the throbbing land. A few years
ago, this land had been covered with vegetation. I had come to take
vegetation so much for granted that I'd ceased to notice it. Now it was
gone. There were no round fruits growing from tender grasses, no tubers
dangling from the fungus trees, no legume vines sprawling over the
rocks. Everywhere lay desert, barren dunes shaking their crests with
tidal motion.

I lowered myself to the ground and dug my big fibrosities into the sod.
No green leaves grew there beneath the surface. The soil was dead. "This
will seriously interfere with our future, Mjly," I said.

"We might eat each other," she replied, "but then there would be no one
left."

"No one? There are many others here."

"The others are dying," said Mjly, blinking her otic nerves eerily. "We
soon will be the only ones left."

It was indeed a senseless thing to do, to die just because there was no
means of going on living. But I must admit that I was tempted for a
moment. But I hung onto myself, for there was Mjly, and as long as she
lived, there was a reason for me to live too.

"It's not a cheerful prospect," I said, "but I suppose death by
starvation is the best way out. We will face death as we have lived,
cheerfully and fortuitously."

"And why should we die, when there is another world so close?" she
asked.

"Are you suggesting interplanetary flight, my dear?" I was amused again,
even though there was little enough left to be amused at.

She crinkled her sense of smell in reply, and I realized I was not being
amused at the right time. Anchoring herself by magnetic processes, she
began to weave the atmosphere delicately with her taste-bud tendrils.
Quickly she hollowed the air molecules into a reflective mirror, and
brought it to focus on our neighboring world. I levitated myself into a
position so that I could look into the mirror.

The near planet was quite satisfactory. It was the one you know as the
earth. It was young. It was green. Huge fern-like plants grew abundantly
on its surface. It was full of food. And near.

"The trip could be made by levitation," Mjly said.

I hung back. "Animals might live there. We'd be devoured."

"I am not afraid," she said.

"We might not get hungry for a time. Let us linger here awhile. Later
when we get desperate, there will be time enough for interplanetary
flight." I hated the thought of stuffing myself full of air enough to
last for the long trip.

Mjly lowered her visual buds. "I am going to become a mother," she said.

"Go then, and become a mother. I'll stay here till I get hungry and then
join you."

Mjly unflexed her sense of touch and I felt sorry for her. "If I could
be sure," I said, "that no wild animals live on the earth, I'd go
sooner."

She snapped her sense of balance in happiness. "I will go first," said
she. "If everything is pleasant and safe, I will return and let you
know."

I nodded my otic nerves and off she went.

As you human beings are doubtless aware, space levitation is quite
complicated, but not beyond accomplishment. Once you are able to reach
the speed of escape the rest is easy. But Mjly was young and strong and
soon she had disappeared from sight traveling at a tremendous velocity.
I followed her as long as I could with the telescope and then I lowered
myself to the tidal crest of a nearby sand dune and lost myself in
metaphysical thoughts.

Almost half a year later I realized that Mjly had been gone longer than
I expected. Either she had been eaten by wild animals on the earth, or
she had forgotten me.

I was beginning to get lonesome and in a few more months I would get
hungry. At the thought of enduring two such excruciating pains at a
single time, I decided to risk my life. I would travel through space to
the earth and try to find my beloved.

As you may have guessed, the planet on which we had been living is the
one you now know as the Moon, and the distance to the earth is
comparatively small. The sand dunes now have hardened and the tidal sway
of its surface can be felt only slightly. The moon no longer turns on
its axis and it has no sweetly scented cyanide in its atmosphere. It has
no atmosphere of any sort. But it stands now as it did when I left it,
glorious in death. Since I departed, no living thing has trod its soil.

My scientific sense instinctively came to the rescue as I approached the
earth. I felt a strong gravity wrenching at my vitals and so instead of
trying reverse levitation, I spread my processes so that the atmosphere
caught in the folds of my skin and I came floating gently down to the
ground without harm.

The earth was much as it had appeared through the molecule telescope. It
was covered with green vegetation, good, rich, nourishing stuff. And
there was enough to feed Mjly and me for a million years.

There were no animals of any sort. Again I went to my scientific sense
for the answer. I realized that while vegetable life was far advanced,
animal life had yet to appear. Mjly was the first of this type of life
ever to set foot on terrestrial soil.

But where was she? On the moon, I could often locate her a thousand
miles away by a simple radio call. Although the earth was much larger
than the moon, I did not doubt that she was within a thousand miles. So
I generated power and issued a call.

I waited for the response. It came feebly to my antenna.

Using my sense of direction, I pushed through the vegetation in search
of her. I did not levitate, because the feebleness of her call indicated
she might be hurt and on the ground. Besides, levitation is much more
difficult on the earth than on the moon.

The reply came stronger to my next call and I sensed through seven of my
senses that she was near. She was on the ground, probably injured, which
explained why she had not returned as she had promised.

I came to a patch of wilderness, a great marshy plain. In the middle of
this swamp was a crater, like those caused by meteors, a deep, ugly scar
in the mud. I shuddered at the thought that my darling Mjly might have
landed there. Her weaker scientific sense might not have given her the
cue to use her skin as a parachute and she might have made the fatal
mistake of trying to reverse-levitate.

"Mjly!" I called, speaking aloud now. "Mjly! Where are you?"

"Yljm! I am here!"

Yes, the voice came from the crater. Gliding to its rim, I looked down.
A pool of water lay on the bottom. A greenish scum covered the surface.
The scum moved with a million tiny wriggles.

"Yes, Yljm," came Mjly's voice. "It is I. But I am no longer one being."
And her voice sounded like a million tiny chirps joined together. "I
landed with such force that I came apart. Now each of my body cells
lives a life of its own. And now and then each cell grows fat and
becomes two. I am my sisters, I ..."

Let's not be subtle about it. Mjly was a microbe, the beginning of
animal life on the earth. She lives today, she is and always will be her
sisters, her mothers, herselves and her ancestors. But there are few
ancestors, for microbes do not die--just part of themselves die.

And I do not die. For I crept away into a hole in the ground, where I
will live forever. I do not starve, for roots reach me here. But I miss
my love life with Mjly. I can never be a mother or a sister. I will
always be me, a lonesome old bem.


                                                           ··· THE END



Transcriber's Note:

    This etext was produced from _If Worlds of Science Fiction_ July
    1954. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S.
    copyright on this publication was renewed. Minor spelling and
    typographical errors have been corrected without note. Two
    occurrences of the word 'visory' have been amended to _visual_.





*** End of this Doctrine Publishing Corporation Digital Book "Lonesome Hearts" ***

Doctrine Publishing Corporation provides digitized public domain materials.
Public domain books belong to the public and we are merely their custodians.
This effort is time consuming and expensive, so in order to keep providing
this resource, we have taken steps to prevent abuse by commercial parties,
including placing technical restrictions on automated querying.

We also ask that you:

+ Make non-commercial use of the files We designed Doctrine Publishing
Corporation's ISYS search for use by individuals, and we request that you
use these files for personal, non-commercial purposes.

+ Refrain from automated querying Do not send automated queries of any sort
to Doctrine Publishing's system: If you are conducting research on machine
translation, optical character recognition or other areas where access to a
large amount of text is helpful, please contact us. We encourage the use of
public domain materials for these purposes and may be able to help.

+ Keep it legal -  Whatever your use, remember that you are responsible for
ensuring that what you are doing is legal. Do not assume that just because
we believe a book is in the public domain for users in the United States,
that the work is also in the public domain for users in other countries.
Whether a book is still in copyright varies from country to country, and we
can't offer guidance on whether any specific use of any specific book is
allowed. Please do not assume that a book's appearance in Doctrine Publishing
ISYS search  means it can be used in any manner anywhere in the world.
Copyright infringement liability can be quite severe.

About ISYS® Search Software
Established in 1988, ISYS Search Software is a global supplier of enterprise
search solutions for business and government.  The company's award-winning
software suite offers a broad range of search, navigation and discovery
solutions for desktop search, intranet search, SharePoint search and embedded
search applications.  ISYS has been deployed by thousands of organizations
operating in a variety of industries, including government, legal, law
enforcement, financial services, healthcare and recruitment.



Home